Title: The Glutenous Blob of Gravity Falls - Pt 2
Categories: Gravity Falls
Characters: Wendy Corduroy, Mason 'Dipper' Pines
Cameos: Mabel Pines
Tags: Transformation, Slime Girl, Absorption, Mental Degradation, Weight Gain, Slime TF, Memory Manipulation, Belching, Vore, Digestion, Dark
Comm By: Anonymous
Started: 22/09/2024
Finished: 28/09/2024
Public: 19/01/2025
Chapter 3
A Close One
Wendy's eyes grew wide with panic as she saw Dipper standing there. Her cheeks darkened to a deep, dark shade of green as she realised her gluttonous display had an audience—and not just any audience, Dipper!
She tried to wipe the thick streaks of milk from her chin and chest with the back of her hand, but her arm felt heavier than usual. She looked down and saw that her entire body was covered in a thick layer of viscous slime. No, not covered. She could see through the skin to the inside of her arm!
Fear gripped her heart as she watched the remnants of the consumed cleaning supplies mixing with the saliva and digestive acids, fizzing and bubbling away inside her. Her once-relaxed fit pyjama pants had been stretched to the point the seams were splitting, and the fabric was quickly sinking through the thick slime that composed her bloated body.
Dipper's eyes widened in shock, his sleepiness devoured by a cocktail of shock and horror.
"Wendy, what the hell happened to you?!" He stepped back, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his crush and friend, now a large, pulsating blob of gelatinous flesh.
"I-I don't know, man … I-I just woke up so hungry … then this … wait, that weird slime thing that shot into my mouth!" Wendy's voice was bubbly, her body quivering and rippling with the motion. "I can't stop eating, and it's … it's changing me … I don't know what's happening."
Gurgle
The slime girl's stomach growled loudly, the vicious goo rippling and wobbling like literal jelly. She needed more food. She needed to consume.
Dipper took a tentative step forward, his eyes scanning Wendy's transformed body.
"Wendy, you've got to get out of here before you, I don't know, explode or something!"
"I can't, Dipper!" Wendy wailed, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm so hungry! And it's like nothing I've ever felt before!" Her eyes glazed over with need, and she lurched towards the kitchen counter, her blob-like body leaving a surprisingly clean trail behind her as her gooey soles drank up the dust and dirt tracked in through the day.
She lashed out with thick, sludgy arms and violently threw open the cabinet doors. She needed to eat.
In the corner of her eye, she saw a forgotten bag of chips, and with a slurping noise, she sucked them into her mouth, devouring them in one gulp, bag and all. The cracking crunch of the chips was barely audible over the squelching; fizzing sounds her body made as it digested everything she that slipped inside.
Her vibrant eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she moaned around the mouthful, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's. She could already feel the packet breaking down.
Dipper took a step back, his heart racing. He had seen a lot of weird things in Gravity Falls, but nothing quite like this. He knew he had to help Wendy, but he had no idea how.
As if sensing his hesitation, the voice in Wendy's mind grew louder, enhanced by painful pangs of hunger that assaulted her brain, making it harder to think.
FEED THE HUNGER, CONSUME THE FORBIDDEN, THE MORE THE SWEETER
Wendy's eyes snapped open, and she turned to face Dipper, her gumdrop pupils dilating in the sea of green.
"Dipper, I need more … I'm just so hungry…"
The hunger was overwhelming.
Wendy couldn't control herself and was hardly even aware of her actions. Her thick, slimy arm lashed out like a whip, the gooey substance stretching as it lunged towards Dipper, her body jiggling with the erratic motion.
The slimy whip wrapped around Dipper's petite form and lifted him into the air. The small boy's eyes widened in terror, and Wendy's mouth opened, stretching wider than should have been possible in a grotesque parody of a snake.
"Wendy, no! You can't!" Dipper yelled, his voice trembling.
The glutenous teen brought the erratic morsel closer, drool cascading down her chin like a waterfall as his shadow eclipsed her face.
"I'm not food! Stop!" Dipper pleaded.
"But you're so small … you look so yummy … so hungry," Wendy's gurgled, her mouth somehow stretching wider to the point she could probably fit his entire body in her mouth at once.
"You can't! Please!"
She began to lower him, his head moving closer and closer to her gelatinous mouth.
"W-Wendy! I-I … I can get you more food!" Dipper shouted in desperation.
She stopped.
Dipper's face was practically inside her mouth; he could feel the heat within caressing his face and smell the foul, acidic goo that made up her innards.
"I have a stash! You can eat that until I get you more!" Dipper begged.
The following seconds felt like an eternity. Relief flooded the terrified boy when Wendy began to pull him away from her mouth and set him down on the floor.
That had been a close one. Too close.
Dipper didn't waste the opportunity, and the second Wendy released her hold on him, he ran off to retrieve his stash.
Dipper returned moments later with a large jar of jelly beans.
"Here, Wendy, eat these!"
The slime teen didn't need to be told a second time. The jar was snatched from Dipper's hands and shoved whole into her elastic maw. The slime quivered with pleasure as the sugary snacks hit her taste buds once the glass jar melted and dissolved. Each bean was a tiny explosion of flavour in her mouth.
Dipper was captivated as he watched the hypnotic sight of the summer's worth of candy fizzing away inside Wendy's head. It was oddly therapeutic.
Chapter 4
Friends Are Not Food … Right?
The cool night air washed over Wendy's slime-covered body as Dipper pushed her out of the house, trying his best to manoeuvre the gelatinous blob through the doorway. Her new mass was much too large for the slim doorway. But as the slime woman leaned forward, her gelatinous form warped and morphed to fit the shape - her flesh fizzing against the door frame as she jiggled out.
The moon cast a soft, silvery glow over her shimmering, stretchy skin, which rippled and jiggled as she moved. Her slime was almost ethereal, reflecting the moonlight in a way that made her look like a living sculpture made of liquid silver. The sight was both eerie and strangely mesmerising.
"Oh, man, this is gonna be a tough one to explain if someone sees us!" Dipper muttered under his breath as he looked around, ensuring the coast was clear.
Wendy's sludgy form quivered in response, the jelly beans doing very little to satiate the insatiable hunger that now ruled her very being—the voice in her mind was a constant tempting, glutenous whisper, urging for consumption and growth.
Her body had ballooned to nearly twice its original size, and her movements had become slower and more jarring as if she were wading through a thick pool of jello. The slime had become more defined, her once-human curves now exaggerated and distorted. Her breasts, in particular, were massive, bobbing and wobbling with each sluggish step she took.
The moonlight danced over her slime, casting long, sensual shadows that, between the glimmering speckles of moonlight, painted her in a soft, erotic light. Every wobble and ripple accented her bulging curves like a slow-motion dance of seduction.
Dipper's eyes couldn't help but wander over Wendy's naked transformed body, her nipples now vague green gumdrops but still oddly alluring. He felt a strange mixture of fear and fascination. She was unlike anything he had ever seen—beautiful and terrifying. A wet nightmare.
Taking great care so as not to be spotted, they made their way down the quiet streets of Gravity Falls, sticking to the shadows as much as possible and Dipper taking the lead. Wendy made wet, squelching sounds whenever she wobbled forward, echoing in the stillness of the night.
The town was asleep.
Wendy's carnivorous cravings intensified as they distanced themselves from the cosy confines of her home. Her distended, alien stomach undulated with a hunger that grew more insatiable by the second. It was all she could do not to visibly salivate at the tantalising morsel that was her unsuspecting friend, Dipper.
She could feel her transformed stomach ripple and gurgle, demanding more food, making it difficult not to think about how yummy little Dipper looked.
Her glowing eyes flowed like water in their sockets to look over her friend and near meal. His thighs were particularly appealing. Plump and delicate, they'd be akin to the finest cuts of veal, the kind that melts in your mouth with every chew. His calves, shaped from endless bike rides through the mysterious woods, would be like the tenderest of roasts, begging to be savoured.
Gurgle
Her emerald gaze rose higher.
His torso, oh, his torso! It would be a delightful blend of textures and flavours. The softness of his belly, hinting at a sweetness that could only come from one who feasts on the sugary snacks at the Mystery Shack, would be a delightful contrast to the firmness of his chest.
GURGLE
Her eyes moved higher, illuminating with a rapturous glow as she took in his determined features.
His cheekbones were so delicate, and his lips looked just like plump, ripe strawberries. The tender meat was around his gooey gelatine eyes. Even Dipper's neck was starting to look like a flavour-filled, tender cut that made her mouth ooze with desire.
GURGLE
BRGGGG
GLUGGLE
The voice grew more insistent, whispering dark suggestions into her mind.
FIND THE FORBIDDEN, THE TASTIEST OF THEM ALL, THE ONE THEY TALK ABOUT IN THE DARK
She needed to stop thinking about it. With great effort, she forced her gaze away from Dipper. She needed to distract herself. Think of anything but Dipper. He was her friend. Not food. Even if the first half of his name was Dip.
The world around her was a buffet of potential meals. Dipper wasn't the only morsel within reach.
Wendy's thoughts grew muddled, her hunger overriding her rationality. Her eyes glazed over, and she lurched towards a nearby trash can, the lid popping off with a metallic clang. The scent of rotten food and discarded waste wafted over to her, and vicious drool dribbled down her body.
"Wendy, no!" Dipper whispered, his eyes wide with horror. "Don't do it!"
But it was too late. With a slurp, she engulfed the trash can's contents, the slime inside her stretching and contorting mouth. Immediately, it began to fizz as her transformed body began to break the trash down—rotten fruit, spoiled milk, and a half-eaten pizza. It was all the same to her—food, nutrients, and sustenance.
Dipper watched in shock as her body grew even larger, the slime pulsating and bulging with every morsel she consumed.
Wendy moaned - her voice audibly rippling, making her sound more alien - her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the foul concoction of trash rapidly dissolved, every minute bubble an explosion of flavour.
Eventually, the duo stumbled into an alley, the dim light from a flickering streetlamp casting eerie shadows across the grubby path ahead. The walls were decorated with aged graffiti and splashes of bird shit. A cat hissed and darted away at the sight of the unusual duo, leaving them in the quiet embrace of the night once more.
Dipper took a moment to catch his breath.
"Wendy, will you be okay with waiting here? I'll get you some food, and then we'll try to work out what's happening to you," Dipper said, his heart hammering in his chest like a jackhammer.
The glutenous woman swallowed - making her rotund body ripple - and nodded.
"I think so," her voice held an odd alien reverberation.
Dipper nodded, turned, ran out of the alleyway, and made a beeline for the nearest open takeaway.
The cool night air kissed his flushed cheeks, bringing with it the aroma of greasy burgers and fries as Dipper rapidly neared the fast-food location. His dark hair clung to his forehead with sweat, and his palms were clammy inside his oven mitts.
He nearly fell over his feet when he pushed his way inside.
Inside, the neon lights flickered and buzzed overhead, reflecting off of the sticky linoleum floor. The cashier looked up, boredom etched on his face, until his eyes landed on Dipper.
"What's with the get-up, kid?" He asked, gesturing to Dipper's makeshift apron and oven mitts he'd thrown on before he and Wendy headed out.
"Uh, it's a science experiment. Can I get three of the biggest item on the menu?" Dipper replied, trying to keep his voice steady - overly conscious of his flushed cheeks and how warm his hands felt in the oven mitts.
The cashier's eyebrows shot up. "You're gonna eat all that?"
Dipper nodded. "Yeah, I'm really hungry."
With a shrug, the cashier punched in the order, and it wasn't long before he handed over a bag that was suspiciously light in size over the counter. It really was fast food.
"Here you go, enjoy your experiment, " he said with a small, confused smile.
Dipper handed over the cash and took the bag. As soon as the door closed behind him, he started sprinting back towards the shack and the alleyway he'd left his crush in.
Wendy's eyes snapped open as her stomach sloshed with excitement, her insatiable hunger driving her to the brink of madness, mingling with the blunt pangs of a headache brought on by her intense hunger.
Each step she took in the dark alley conjured an echoing squelch as her body pulsated and splooged with each movement.
DEVOUR, SWALLOW, FEED, DIGEST, GROW, EAT
All she could think about was the overwhelming need to eat more and more as she leaned heavily against the cold, wet brick wall, her gooey flesh fizzing as her body began to eat the bricks.
But then, a sudden disturbance in the stillness tore Wendy's awareness outwards — a faint patter of approaching footsteps!
"Dipper?!" she exclaimed, her rippling voice thick with hope and anticipation.
Yet, as a silhouette grew closer and took shape, Wendy felt a jolt of panic course through her as the dim street lights illuminated her features.
It wasn't her savior, but his twin!
Mabel's eyes bulged with astonishment as she stumbled upon the scene, her pupils dilating at the sight of Wendy's transformed state.
"Wendy?! Wow! What the heck happened to you?! Why do you look like a giant jelly fish?!" she all but shrieked, her voice hitting a high-pitched crescendo.
"Thanks, Mabel. That's just what I always wanted to be." Wendy said, her mind racing with a tempest of fear and cravings. What would Mabel think? Would she reveal the carnivorous secret that was consuming her?
"It's ... it's a ... science experiment gone wild!" she gasped after a moment, her tongue thick with the taste of deceit and viscous drool.
Mabel's eyes darted around, her breath coming in quick, excited gasps.
"But, but why do you look like ... like a glowing, slimy jellyfish?"
The hunger gnawed at her insides, a voracious beast demanding to be fed, spiced with irritation at the less-than-flattering comparison the adolescent was making.
"It's, uh, it's complicated, Mabel. Just, just keep it a secret, okay?" she begged, her voice almost whining as it rippled.
Mabel's curiosity grew, her already wide eyes somehow widening further, gleaming with excitement.
"But what about Dipper? Where is he?" The smaller girl asked, looking around for any sign of her twin.
"Dinner - err … Dipper's getting us more ... supplies!" Wendy managed, her voice strained with need.
The siren's call grew louder, whispering seductive promises of the sweet relief that awaited her if she just gave in to her desires.
The candy-coated snap of Mabel's gum brought Wendy back to the present.
"Supplies? For what?" she questioned, still as hyper as always. Mabel's eyes sparkled with intrigue.
Before she could elaborate, a flurry of movement filled the alley as Dipper rushed in, his eyes searching frantically.
Wendy's eyes locked onto the bag of food in Dipper's hands, her slime-covered body quivering with excitement. The smell of greasy meat and cheese filled the alley, taunting her insatiable hunger. With a groan of anticipation, she began to ooze towards him, her blob-like form leaving a trail of sticky residue on the ground.
Dipper looked at Mabel, his eyes pleading. "Mabel, don't freak out, okay?"
Mabel's eyes went from the bag to her brother and back to Wendy. "Can I help with the experiment?!"
Dipper sighed with relief and handed the bag to Wendy. "Here, eat these," he urged, his voice filled with a mix of concern and fear.
With a wet smack, Wendy's gelatinous hand snatched the bag from Dipper. She peered inside, her eyes lighting up with gluttonous desire.
With a ravenous growl, she reached into the bag, her sludgy arm disappearing up to the elbow before re-emerging with a triple-decker burger that looked like a tiny sandwich in her massive hand.
The juicy patty was surrounded by layers of cheese, onions, pickles, and a thick river of mayo that dripped down her arm as she brought it to her gaping mouth. The burger was gone in one elastic bite. Wendy's teeth didn't so much chew as they did crush the food into a paste before it was sucked down her throat. Her stomach rumbled, sending a tremor through her entire body.
"Mmm, so good," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. Her eyes never left the bag, already reaching for the next snack.
Mabel watched, wide-eyed, as Wendy inhaled the food. Her stomach churned with a mix of disgust and a strange fascination.
"So how can I help with this 'experiment?'" Mabel asked excitedly.
Wendy continued her feast, her stomach stretching and distending with each mouthful. Her body swelled, quivered and jiggled as it stretched to accommodate the food. Her breasts spread over her expanding stomach, now nearing the size of a small car.
Her thoughts became fewer with a larger digestion time between them.
She could feel it. The need to consume everything. To grow.
The voice grew louder, more demanding.
CONSUME, EAT, DEVOUR, FEED
With each bite, the tantalising whispers grew more insistent, weaving a web of dark desires deep within her mind. Dipper and Mabel looked so yummy. They beckoned to her with their mouthwatering scents, practically begging to be devoured. Pleading to be gobbled up by her. They looked so ripe and succulent, their tender flesh easily within reach. Less than a second, and they could be sliding down her gullet.
Dipper's intoxicating aroma wafted towards her, a tantalising blend of salty, meatloaf and the heady scent of his boyish musk. His body, so compact and firm, was like a perfectly seasoned cut of prime beef, his musk a potent gravy that made her mouth water uncontrollably. She could almost taste the rich, meaty juices that would flood her mouth as she took him in, his essence coating her throat with the exquisite flavour of unbridled masculinity as he smoothly slid down her gullet.
Then there was Mabel, the bubbly girl with a zest for life that was almost too much to handle. She smelled like a heavenly dessert cart — a delightful cocktail of sugary goodness and the faint hint of sweat from her unbridled enthusiasm. Her scent promised the sweetness of cotton candy and bubble gum. It reminded her of a freshly stocked candy shop.
Then there was Mabel, the vibrant delight with a spirit as sweet as sugar itself, smelled like a heavenly confectionery—an irresistible symphony of sugared fruits and the alluring scent of freshly baked chocolate chipped cookies. She smelled so sweet and sticky. The thought of her tender flesh, a cocktail of sugared delights … she wanted to feel Mabel melt on her tongue like a small cube of butter, the sticky sweetness of her soul coating her gooey teeth as she savored every delicate bite. Or swallowed her whole.
Their combined aroma was a feast for the senses, a tempting mélange of greasy teen spirit and the unmistakable bouquet of youthful vitality. It was a smell that made Wendy's mouth water and her stomach rumble and gurgle with anticipation. Dibber and Mabel were a delicious mystery waiting to be unravelled by her slimy body, layer by delectable layer.
SLUUUURP
Wendy slurped up another burger and swallowed a gallon of her glutenous drool. She couldn't help but imagine the greasy patty nestled in the toasted bun as a little Dipper sliding down her gooey gullet.
No.
She had to fight it.
They were her friends.
"Maybe there's something in the journal about this?" Dipper mused allowed.
There he goes again, always thinking with that big juicy brain of his.
GLUG
Wendy forced down another mouthful of drool.
She was just so hungry.
It was so hard to think.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," Dipper said, and just like that, he was running away to retrieve the journal, leaving Wendy and Mabel alone in the dimly lit alley.
GURGLE
Chapter 5
Mabel's Sticky Demise
Wendy's eyes followed Dipper's retreating form as he sprinted off to retrieve his journal, desperate for the answers it may hold. She clutched the bag of fast food tightly to her bloated chest, the grease-stained paper fizzing against her glutenous flesh.
The slime woman's mind was a whirlwind of hunger and confusion, the whispers of the alien presence growing more insistent with every passing moment. The alley was a prison of shadow and need, the smell of grease and meat eroding her resolve.
Mabel watched her brother vanish around the corner before turning back to Wendy with a look of pure amazement.
"Wow, Wendy, this is the craziest science experiment I've ever seen!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with her usual childish awe.
The slime girl looked down at her friend; she was so much bigger than she once was. Wendy had swollen and stretched too easily over twice her normal height. The hunger in her eyes flickered like candles in a storm.
"It's ... it's not a science experiment, Mabel. It's something else," she rumbled, her voice thick and slurred with the slime that had once been her tongue.
Mabel's eyes widened with eager excitement.
"Is it magic? Did you get cursed by some weirdo in the woods?"
Wendy's sludgy arm reached out and grabbed another burger. The bread disintegrated almost immediately, the juicy beef and cheese disappearing into her cavernous mouth with a wet pop. Her throat convulsed as the food was sucked down into her stomach, the sludge inside her making a sound akin to a thick milkshake being poured into a bottomless pit, soon followed by the muffled fizz of the sludgy remains breaking down.
"I don't know, Mabel," she murmured, her eyes glazing over. It was so hard to think. "But I need to eat ... so much more ..."
FEED. CONSUME. GROW. EXPAND. DEVOUR.
Mabel took a step closer, curiosity piquing.
"What do you mean?" she breathed excitedly.
GURGLE
Pangs of hunger assaulted Wendy's mind.
CONSUME. EAT. DEVOUR THE FORBIDDEN. GROW. EXPAND.
She looked down at Mabel with a mix of fear and ravenous need. The little human's sweet scent was intoxicating, her flesh would be like the ripest fruit, bursting with flavour.
"Mabel ... stay ... stay back," Wendy warned, her voice quivering with the effort to resist and her gelatine vocal cords wobbling like jelly.
But the young girl was oblivious to the danger she was in. Mabel stepped closer, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"What's wrong, Wendy? You're not going to turn into a giant monster and eat me, are you?" she giggled.
The slime girl's jaws parted in an obscene display, the stretchiness of her maw outdoing even the most depraved of serpents as she anticipated her meal. Her entire being quivered, her voluptuous curves undulating in a manner that could only be described as obscenely seductive
"Mabel, I—"
But it was too late. The little human leapt into the air and did her best to throw her arms around Wendy's distended belly, her fingers grazing the slime-slicked flesh. Mabel didn't even reach the gooey fat folds. The contact sent a delicious shiver down the slime girl's spine, and she could feel Mabel's sweetness seeping into her, a tantalising flavour that made her substance ripple.
"It's okay, Wendy! You just need a great big hug!" Mabel declared, ignoring the burning goosebumps coating her body,
GURGLE
The slime girl's stomach churned, her body begging for the sustenance the small girl represented.
"Mabel, I—"
The slime girl's tummy rumbled with a deep, carnivorous hunger, and Mabel's eyes widened in horror as she realised what was happening. Her clothes began to melt away, the fabric burning off her body in a sizzling display of heat and liquid desire.
Her soft skin kissed the scalding slime. Her body began to sink into its vicious embrace, and her movements became more desperate.
Wendy's stomach churned with a ravenous need that was impossible to ignore. The alien whispers, demanding she devour Mabel whole. But the slime was too much, too hungry. The slime girl's eyes rolled back in a heady mix of pleasure and dread, feeling the smaller girl's form begin to sink into her gelatinous form.
GURGLE
Mabel's giggle turned into a squeal of surprise, then a muffled scream as the slime enveloped her completely, her delicate form disappearing into the emerald sea of Wendy's ravenous hunger. The more Mabel resisted, the quicker he sank into Wendy's rotund stomach.
The sludge clung to her like a second skin, caressing her, pressing down all around her, and consuming her.
Her face vanished beneath the jiggling surface with a final pop of protest, the sound of her screams replaced by the wet, sloppy sounds of digestion. The sludge bubbled and roiled around her, devouring her flesh with a fervent hunger that sent waves of ecstasy through Wendy's form.
The slime girl's body shuddered with the pleasure of her new, active meal, her eyes losing focus again. Mabel's taste was a heavenly cocktail of sugared youth, intoxicating the slime girl's senses. A delicate blend of sweetness and tartness danced across her taste buds, sending waves of pleasure throughout her jiggling mass. The taboo nature of the act only serving to heighten the eroticism, making her feel both powerful and depraved as she starts the process of reducing Mabel to little more than meat inside her perfect body.
The tingling vibrations of Mabel's agonised gurgling screams grew softer, muffled by the thick sludge that encompassed her. Her body was breaking down into a delectable mush of nutrients. Wendy could feel the girl's life force being torn from her, the very essence of Mabel's been seeping into her and filling her with a warmth she'd never felt before.
Mabel's eyes bulged with the horror of her fate, her nose and mouth bubbling with the digestive acids that were consuming her alive. Her bubbling screams grew quieter as the goo burned at her vocal cords.
Yet, even in the face of death, she remained a tempting morsel, her body wriggling and squirming in a macabre dance of submission.
The gurgling sounds grew softer, the frantic movement of Mabel's form fading into the sludgy embrace. Her eyes rolled back in her head, a silent plea that only served to excite Wendy further. The sludge eagerly burned through her vocal cords, silencing the girl's pleas as she disappeared into the abyss.
Wendy's stomach rumbled with delight and swelled with the sweetness of Mabel's soul, her body expanding with each delicious mouthful of the girl's essence. She could feel herself growing, becoming more than she ever had before, as the fizzing meat in her rotund stomach shrank smaller and thinner with every passing second.
Her mind was clouded with the constant insatiable hunger, her thoughts consumed by the desire to claim more and more prey. Her body yearned to engulf and digest, to revel in the delicate agony of those who would dare to enter her presence and taste her embrace.
This was her purpose in life: to consume all. To grow. To expand.
GURGLE
As Mabel's struggles faded to nothing, the alley grew still.
The only sound was the wet smack of digestion, the echoes of Mabel's silent screams resonating through Wendy's form.
The sweet taste of young meat faded, and the weak, tangy flavour of marrow trickled through Wendy's awareness as Mabel grew still.
Thud-Thud
Thud-Thud
Thud-Thud
The smell of vitality filled her senses.
Wendy's eyes focused on the alley's opening, a sly smile spreading across her face as emerald sludge trickled from her mouth. Her hunger was far from sated, and the thought of the young boy's succulent flesh only made her more eager.
In the dim light of the alley, the fizzing gory remains of the young boy's twin painted a vivid, macabre, erotic picture. Wendy's belly churned with the delight of fresh meat, her thoughts racing with the anticipation of her next meal.
GURGLE
The small form of Dipper rounded the corner. He hugged a book to his chest, and his cheeks were flush with exertion. The young, virile blood pumped through him.
Gelatinous drool collected behind her nuclear lips as Wendy imagined the dark red liquid secreting from the meat's tender flesh. Like a perfectly cooked steak. Delivered straight to her table.
She was still so hungry.
GURGLE
Dipper slowed to a stop a few paces from Wendy's swollen form; she was easily three times her previous height now and as wide as a van.
He was panting heavily.
Salty sweat trickled down his sun-kissed flesh.
Wendy swallowed a mouthful of drool.
"I-I have the book … w-where's Mabel?" Dipper asked as he looked around the alley, immediately noticing the lack of his vibrant, lively twin.
A flash of morbid fascination drew his gaze—a glint of bone, a hint of ivory in the sea of gelatinous horror. The skull of what was undeniably human and eerily familiar vanish in a whirlpool of dark green bubbles inside his crush's giant gelatinous mass, consumed by the dark, frothy embrace of her eldritch folds
"M-Mabel?" Dipper's voice was a mere wisp, barely a sound in the heavy silence that had descended upon them.
The only response was the deep, resonant GURGLE from the beast that had once been his crush. The sound echoed through the alley, seeming to vibrate the very cobblestones beneath their feet. Her form quivered a gelatinous dance that was both mesmerising and terrifying, as if the very fabric of reality was distorting in her presence.
GURGLE